Poetry Styles
The type of poetry that follows no rules, pattern, or rhyme scheme
Free Verse
Lines
The moonlight spills on quiet streets
A silver glow, so calm and bright
The night hums softly as it greets
Our whispered dreams in gentle light
ABAB
This compares two unlike things using "like" or "as"
Simile
I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high over vales and hills
Simile
It's the type of poetry that follows a rhyme scheme and has a musical quality
Lyrical Poetry
The "paragraphs" of poetry are called this and they are seperated by a blank line
Stanzas
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
ABBA
This compares two unlike things, but does not use "like" or "as"
Metaphor
Hear the loud alarm bells—
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!”
Onomatopoeia
This type of poetry is written in 3 lines and uses the 5-7-5- syllable format
Haiku
This is what we call the pattern when the last words sound the same
Rhyme Scheme
The river hums a gentle tune
Morning fog drifts over hills
Its ripples dance beneath the moon
A quiet deer steps through the fields
ABAC
This is what we call repeated sounds in poetry
Alliteration
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
Personification
This type of poetry is goofy, has a bouncy rhythm, and uses the AABBA rhyme scheme
Limerick
This is the number of ideas or topics that poets usually focus on when writing a poem
1
Waiting
The autumn leaves drift down
Shadows stretch across the ground
Wind whispers softly through the town
Fading
ABCBA
This gives non-human things human qualities
Personification
The many thousand things that drew me,
Were nothing to the fear that grew
Hyperbole
The type of poetry that is lengthy, sounds like a song, and tells stories of love, adventure, or tragedy, and is sometimes set to music
Ballad
True or False: The speaker of the poem is always the poet themselves
False
Morning light warms the glade
Birds call across the dune
Dew sparkles on the grass
Shadows fade beneath the moon
Still
ABCBD
This is when words sound what they mean
Onomatopoeia
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire
Metaphor